"The Prayer"
Down sinking down..
Three levels, no one hears a sound.
Soul Deprivation ..imitation.
In hot persuit of Elusive elation.
Cannot grasp, yet he feels, the damsel's trapped imagination.
In need of a prayer...she cries into the wordless air. Despair.
Each word the knight utters breathes deep into space.
He enters the throne room and bows...hides his face.
God grant her grace...
Humbly he pleads..sword to the floor...too wise to declare an earthly war.
Let her suffer no more.
Give her peace evermore...
With every petition she forfeits a tear...still, unaware of the knelt chevalier.
Tomorrow is coming, and its brighter, my dear.
Lying beside her, though miles apart.
He holds her broken and bleeding heart.
As she's is void of sight, in the lightless night.
Still he continues, his words taking flight
Lull my love. Rest thy head...she drifts away for the night is dead.
The sun is soon rising on the earth so fair.
Dusting the dawn with a glint and a glare.
When he prays she is covered, protected from warfare.
And the day has dawned brighter because of the prayer.
